Chapter 6
The next thing Priscilla knew she had been grabbed by her long blonde hair and was being dragged backward through heavy underbrush. Her naked, dripping body bounced along behind its unknown abductor, brushing against bramble bushes. These, plus a plethora of thistles and burrs, left her au naturel torso a mass of scratches, so that by the time she reached her destination she was writhing in agony.
After being dragged backward up some wooden stairs (where she picked up a sliver in her protuberance), she was unceremoniously dumped on a dirty floor.
Totally exhausted by the ordeal, and the passion which preceded it, she lay flat on her back as her hulking nemesis lit a candle for a light. Who was the brute responsible for this outrage? When he turned around with the candlelight illuminating his face, she recognized him instantly, even though she had never laid eyes on him before this moment.
"Hognose Hughes!" she exclaimed, her eyes big as billiard balls.
"At your service, Miss," he said, bowing before her bare presence.
"Not if I can help it, you ugly brute!" She started to get up, but soon found a mud-caked work boot resting on her chest.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you, little girl, I really wouldn't. Haven't you heard from your father that I'm a desperate man? I might do anything!"
"Yes, I have, and judging from what I've witnessed of your behavior, I'm beginning to believe it. You are no better than an animal!"
"And no worse." He removed his heel from her boobs in a show of magnanimity.
She took this opportunity to brush mud from her mammaries and make another insult.
"Don't you ever wash, Hognose? Even from down here I can smell you."
Hognose took it as a compliment. He was proud of his unseemly aroma. "Honey chile, I've been working with hawgs for nigh on twenty years, and believe me, Ah stink!" He broke into boisterous belly laughs which shook his oversize tummy, the rolls of fat continuing to quake for some time after he'd stopped.
During his hysterics, she dutifully perused the interior of what was obviously a ramshackle dwelling. But what set it off from others was the way it was decorated. Everywhere there were pictures of pigs. It was obvious, even at a casual glance, that Hognose was a bit daft on the subject of porkers. Pinned up on the walls were photographs of prize sows, many of which showed a rear view (in one case with cheeks spread). This guy obviously has a problem, she thought, while watching him walk outside. On the way he cautioned her again not to attempt escape as there was only one exit from the place and from where he was headed he could see everything that happened. Not wanting to have another heel on her titties, she did as told.
He returned with a bucket of water and told her to spread her legs.
"But why?" she demanded, curious as to what, in his dementia, he was up to this time.
"Because I said so, that's why!" he boomed authoritatively. "Now, are you going to do it yourself, or do I have to do it for you?"
She did it herself, and before she knew it, her box was being doused with ice water.
"Yipes! Why did you do a fool thing like that?"
"To keep you from getting knocked up by that hunkie, that's why! Nothing like a good ole douche to clean out all them dirty sperms, I always say." His fat face beamed with scientific pride as he went to fetch another bucket.
"Don't you think one was enough?" she yelled after him, but he was adamant.
"Better use another just to make sure," he said, returning with another pail of pump water. This time he reached down and spread not only her slender legs but also her still gooey labia. Into the aching void went several salvoes of icy liquid, causing Priscilla to cry out with shock.
"Never know but that one of them critters might try and hide from me," he muttered, peering with squinted eyes into her pink crevice.
"I guess I got 'em all with that last load," he announced proudly as he let go of her pussy. "You can thank me for saving you from an unwanted kid."
"And suppose I wanted one?"
"I don't think you did, least not from that Zoltan fella. I watched the whole thing, Honey chile, and from where I was sitting it didn't look like you even wanted to lay with him at all."
"Why, you're no better than a peeping Tom!"
"I woulda moved sooner, but he might have seen who I was. This way I got to sneak up behind him and hit him over the head before he knew what was happening."
"I sure hope you didn't kill him, you dreadful man!"
"You can call me Hognose, Honey chile, and I assure you I didn't kill him. If there's one thing I knows how to do, it's cold cock a fella with a cudgel."
"And drag naked girls by their hair through the brush."
"Sorry about that, Honey chile, I guess I kinda got carried away. You really bring out the cave man in me."
"And will you please stop calling me 'Honey chile'? My name happens to be Priscilla."
"I already know that, Honey chile." He paused to scratch his head as he pondered what to do with her for the night. "I'd love to let you sleep in bed with me, Priscilla, but I'm afraid you might try something funny. Guess I'd best tie you up until morning."
"Do you have to? I mean, like I hurt something terrible already from being dragged through the brush."
"That's just too bad, Honey chile, but we all get our bad breaks. Just be glad you didn't have to spend thirteen years in the state pen like I done, thanks to your daddy."
"From the way I hear it, you got what you rightly deserved for trying to kidnap me."
"Not trying to, for threatening to. There's a difference that your daddy and the judge didn't see. If'n I'd had me a good lawyer, even a bad one, I mighta got off. As it was I got sent up for life just for making a drunken threat over the telephone."
"There were also notes, I understand."
"Also written while I was snockered. Amazing that anybody could read them, since I flunked out of school in the second grade. And believe me, you gotta be pretty damned dumb to do that."
"That doesn't mean you aren't cunning, you sly fox. Takes a few smarts to lie in wait like you did to trap Zoltan and me at just the right moment."
"Pretty tricky the way I got you, eh?" He chuckled, scratching his belly as he recalled in his mind's eye the coup of his life. For the first time, he was one-up on Harry Mannlicher. He'd like to see the look on that fat cat's face when he finds out his daughter has been kidnapped!
"Now, lemme see, where should I tie you up?" He looked around the darkened room, holding his candle so he could see. The chair? Naw, she'd walk off with it. The table? Naw, she might tip it over and hurt herself. What the fuck is left? There sure ain't much that looks sturdy enough in here. Say, I've got an idea! Why not lie her to my bed? That way if she tries anything funny, I'll be right there to stop her.
"Come on, Honey chile, we're going into the other room." He grabbed hold of her wrist and began to pull.
"You're not going to rape me, are you?" She looked at him with doe eyes, feigning innocence.
"Don't kid me, sister, you've already been screwed once today. You're not a virgin any more, not after what that Zoltan fella done to you. He a pretty good fucker, is he?"
"That's none of your business," she snipped, "But I'm sure he's much better at it than you are."
"We'll just have to see about that sometime, but not right now, I'm afraid."
"That's a relief," she sighed.
"Yeah, I gotta get up early to feed the pigs. I'm just too tuckered out to treat you to a good time tonight. Not sure I want to, either, after that hunkie dirtied you with his greasy dick."
"I assure you he has a very clean member, surely cleaner than yours must be."
"Why, you suck all the scum off it before he stuck it in you, eh?"
"You certainly have a filthy mind, Mister Hughes, but then I guess you got that from working with pigs all your life. It's obvious to even a casual observer that you've taken them for models of how you'd like to be. You look, smell, and live like a pig Hognose, you really do!"
"And I'm proud of it, too. Years of working with hogs have given me insight as to what great creatures they really are. Folks don't know it, but I'm proud to be called Hognose. There was a time, though, when I wasn't. When your father first pinned that tag on me, I thought it was the crudest thing he could've done, making fun of me because my nose was different. Now, since I've grown to admire pigs, I appreciate people saying I look like one."
"I guess that's what might be called compensating for a physical deformity."
"It may be considered a deformity by you, little-miss-button-nose, but if you were a sow you'd think me handsome."
"Happily, I am not a sow, in case you haven't noticed," she said smugly, turning up her diminutive nose at him.
"Just like most folks around here, you're prejudiced against pigs. Lemme ask you something, Miss Stuck-up Rich Girl, where would you be without 'em, eh? Where would Hog City be without 'em? They'd be nowhere, that's where! Hogs made Hog City what it is today, and all you folks who got fat off 'em does their damnedest to forget that fact."
"I'm not, as you imply, fat."
"But your daddy sure as hell is. like everyone else, he's a rich man because he saw the profit potential in pigs. I coulda been rich too if I'd put my money into Mannlicher stock instead of booze, but I didn't.
"You know, your daddy and me, we started out together as hog butchers. Course, that was back before he got uppity. He used to be a real regular fella then. Sure could slit throats fast, too. But he had higher ambitions than staying in the slaughterhouse all his life. He wanted to be in the front office running things. He never did like having someone else tell him what to do, not even me. Knowing he'd never make it to the top if he tried to go through the ranks, (He didn't have much of an education, and that woulda held him back.) He sucked up to the boss and by marrying his daughter got to where he is today. I, on the other hand, stayed at the bottom where I belong."
"You can say that again."
"Maybe I haven't got a mansion and a big Cadillac, but I'm happy, I really am. Course for a while there I was pretty damned bitter about being sent to prison, but after a spell I got over it."
"Time heals all wounds."
"So it does. Anyway, I don't hate your daddy like I used to back when he sent me to jail."
"Then how come you've been making kidnapping threats again?"
"Just to keep him on his toes. Long as he's scared of me, I feel I have the edge on him. He may have more money than I do, see, but I'm a fuck of a lot stronger than him in the muscle department."
"If not in the brain. Do you know how long they can send you up for kidnapping? Mot attempted, mind you, but for the real thing?"
"No, how long?"
"Life, and in some cases, if the victim has been harmed, death."
"You mean they might kill me if I kidnapped someone?"
"What do you mean if? What would you call what you did to me?"
"I'd call that rescuing you from a rapist, that's what! I saw how you struggled against that hunkie, how he dragged you to the ground and forced you to fuck."
"Maybe so, but who are they going to believe, Zoltan or an ex-convict?"
"But if you tell 'em what really happened."
"And ruin my reputation for chastity in the community? What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"A pretty one."
"You're drooling, dimwit! Wipe off your lower lip, it's disgusting."
"Other girls I know dig my dirty ways. I'm sure in time so will you."
"I doubt it. The class of female you associate with usually has four legs. In case you haven't noticed, halfwit, I only have two."
"But you can get down on your hands and knees and pretend."
"Not for you I won't!"
"You will if I make you, and I just might."
"I thought you were too tired for that sort of thing."
"If I get inspired, I might be able to muster up enough energy for a fuck."
"Not with me you won't! I'll fight you with everything I have before I'll submit to your brutish desires."
"You got spunk, Priscilla. I like that in a sow, er, girl. But since you don't seem inclined to diddle and I'm a mite tired, I think I can wait until morning. Until then, I think I'll just tie you up to keep you out of mischief."
"like you would stock in the stable."
"Sure, why not? If it's good enough for them animals, it's good enough for the-likes of you."
"I resent that."
"As if it makes a difference. You better get one thing straight, sister, as long as you're going to be my houseguest for a while. Since this is my place, please recognize the fact that I'm boss around here. You do as I say-or else! And I'll tolerate none of your sass, neither, understand?" He tried his best to look menacing, but somehow it came out ridiculous.
"Sure Hognose honey, anything you say." She winked at him and tweaked his flabby cheek affectionately. Suddenly embarrassed, he blushed crimson.
"You may act tough, but underneath it all you're all heart, Hognose. I bet you loved your mother, right?"
"She was a saint, that woman, bless her memory. I worshipped her as a kid. You see-" he spoke now in confidential tones, "-she was the one who first turned me on to pigs. Used to let me play in the pigpen when I was a baby. Said it was easier'n trying to keep track of me all the time. Besides, I had a ball playing with those piglets. It was almost as if we spoke the same language."
"You probably did."
"And something else I remember, your pa used to play with me in that there pigpen. Matter of fact, he used to sneak out of the house just so he could come over to my place and waller around with them hogs."
"So that's where he picked up that filthy habit. He still does it, you know, when he gets drunk."
"Really? So do I, and I don't even have to get drunk to do it. You may think me foolish, but I find wallering one of the most relaxing things I can do after a hard day's work. You ought to try it some time, it takes some getting used to, but after a while I'm sure you'd like it."
"Thanks just the same, but I guess I'm too civilized to consider it at the moment, thank you."
"If'n you're good, I might let you waller with me, really." An idiot grin of delight spread across his florid features as he looked at her with rapt attention. But she didn't take the bait. Suddenly he looked forlorn.
"The trouble with you, Priscilla, is that you're not a hick!" he thundered.
"And the trouble with you, Hognose, is that you are!"
"Your daddy's a hick, why aren't you?"
"Because he's not my daddy, that's why." Oh, Cod, she thought, now Eve let the cat out of the bag.
"So that's why you don't look like him, eh? I never could figure how such an ugly guy as your pa could produce someone as lovely as you."
"Please forget what I said about his not being my father, okay, as a favor to me?"
"And what'll you give me for it?"
"Nothing."
"Then I'll tell everybody."
"You wouldn't! Don't you know that'd ruin my father?"
"That's why I'd do it."
"But nobody'd believe you."
"But your father might. He's told more than one person how he doesn't believe it was possible for him to have such a pretty daughter when he's so ugly."
"I think he's very distinguished looking. I don't think he's ugly at all. Certainly not ugly like you. He may not be Rock Hudson, but at lease he doesn't look like a hog."
"There was a time when I would have resented that remark, but no more. Now I consider it a compliment, and I shall take it as such."
"Now that I've given you a compliment will you reconsider your threat to ruin my father?"
"I dunno. He's done me dirt on more than one occasion, and I never did get a chance to get even with him."
"What if I get him to apologize! Will you forgive him then?"
"I might, if he don't send me back to prison. I'd sooner die than go back there. You don't know what it's like for a country boy like me to be cooped up all the time. I about went crazy in there!"
"I assure you he won't prosecute."
"Just because you say so don't mean he won't do it anyway. I know your old man, and he's got a real stubborn streak in him."
"That he does, but he's also partial to me. If I tell him to do something, generally he does it."
"That ain't good enough for me, Honey chile, I have to be certain before I decides to let you go."
"You want it in writing? I'll get it."
"Still not good enough."
"What will it take to satisfy you?"
"First he's got to apologize for doing me dirt. Then, he's got to give me a pension for all the time I served in prison because of him. Then, he's got to give me a little farm where I can raise pigs."
"If I tell him, I'm sure he'll agree to all three requests. Then it's settled?"
"Not quite. You're like your father, you think too fast for me. My mind don't move that way. I got to sleep on an idea before I decide, so that's just what I'm going to do, Honey chile."
"Please let me go tonight, pretty please?" She got down on her knees and begged. "If you let me go now I'll promise not to tell Daddy, I really will."
"No dice. You stay with me. If I let you go now, I'll never get that pig farm I want. Maybe I should send a ransom note now that I know what I want. After all, it ought to be worth something to Harry to see his little girl go free."
"You're an evil man, Hognose, you really are. If you go ahead with this plan of yours, you're no better than the baddest kidnapper!"
"Who asked for your opinion, cunt? I thought I told you I wouldn't take any more of your sass. Didn't you hear me right?" To make his point, he let her have it across the face with the back of his big hand.
"You shut up, you hear?" He waved his thick fist in her face in a threatening fashion. Hearing no words leave her lips, he smiled broadly and pointed to the bedroom.
"You get your ass in there fast!"
She scurried as fast as her scratched feet could take her where he pointed. There she was instructed to sit with her bare back against the bedpost while he fetched some rope with which to tie her.
"But it hurts!" she protested, when he tied it too tight.
"Then that's just too fucking bad, bitch. Suffer, you little slut, it might do you some good. Get some of the sassiness out of you. Come morning we'll see if you've improved any, and if you haven't I've got ways of breaking your spirit."
"I'll just bet you do, you sadistic bastard!"
As if proving the truth of her words, he let her have it again across the face with the back of his huge hand.
"That ought to fix you for a while, Priscilla." He pronounced her name as if it were filth. Tomorrow, he mused while falling into bed, Ell fix her wagon-but good!